Yeah, usually I write something about having two minutes left on my job before I (FINALLY!!!!) can have my !"#€§%%CKNG!!! holidays.
Not this year.
Going to the island of Samsoe tomorrow with my girlfriend, her five kids, and eight artists, and I'm not complaining...
Mellowed out I have.
Podcast Boating with Uffe Hastrup
Not my people
Not my war